morning warning, sun ablaze
alarm drags me from my haze
jesus, it is half past seven
I've not died and gone to heaven
feet down first, testing the flooring
what's today, hope it's not boring
torso lifting, head leaves pillow
through the window, weeping willow
shrugs its branches, wake up, morning
the alarm repeats its warning
finally, I'm wide awake.
Saturday, what a mistake.
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